But if a fweeter voice, and one defign'd A bleffing to my country and mankind, Shall be my chofen theme, my glory to the last. HOPE. HOP E. doceas iter et facra oftia pandas. VIRG. EN. 6. A SK what is human life-the fage replies, With disappointment low'ring in his eyes, A painful paffage o'er a restless flood, A vain pursuit of fugitive false good, The The poor, inur'd to drudg'ry and distress, By which Heav'n rules the mixt affairs of man; The rich grow poor, the poor become purse-proud: By repetition pall'd, by age obtufe. Youth loft in diffipation, we deplore Through life's fad remnant, what no fighs restore, Our years, a fruitlefs race without a prize, Too many, yet too few to make us wife. Dangling Dangling his cane about, and taking fnuff, Lothario cries, what philofophic ftuff. Oh querulous and weak! whofe useless brain Once thought of nothing, and now thinks in vain, Whose profpect shows thee a difheartning waste; To fling his glories o'er the robe fhe wears; Banks cloath'd with flow'rs, groves fill'd with sprightly founds, The yellow tilth, green meads, rocks, rifing grounds, Streams edg'd with ofiers, fatt'ning ev'ry field Ten thousand charms that only fools defpife, All speak one language, all with one fweet voice Man feels the fpur of paffions and defires, And she gives largely more than he requires ; Not that his hours devoted all to care, Hollow-ey'd abftinence and lean despair, The wretch may pine, while to his fmell, tafte, fight, She hold a paradife of rich delight; But gently to rebuke his aukward fear, Το prove that what fhe gives, fhe gives fincere, His happiness, her dear, her only aim. To banish hesitation, and proclaim 'Tis grave philofophy's abfurdeft dream, That Heav'n's intentions are not what they feem, That |